When each breath is fraught with sighs.
Say, hath care life’s heaven clouded,
Which hope’s stars were wont to spangle?
What hath all thy gladness shrouded?—
Has your mother sold her mangle?
A PUBLIC CONVENIENCE.
We are requested to state, by the Marquis of W——, that, for the convenience of the public, he has put down one of his carriages, and given orders to Pearce, of Long-acre, for the construction of an easy and elegant stretcher.